This is our third summer out here at Three Graces Farm and I’m still finding treasures. I walked out to the sheep shed for the first time in a while yesterday and noticed a tree literally dripping with berries.They looked almost exactly like blackberries except they weren’t on a bush, and they were much smaller. I do remember my lesson from Girl Scouts to NEVER eat anything in the wild that you can’t absolutely identify, but I ate one anyway (Disclaimer– this is not a good idea, I admit, so don’t do it.) and found it to be sweet and delicious. There were no ill effects from my sampling, so when I saw my neighbor, Marilyn, who knows these things, I asked her what they were.
They are mulberries, of course, as in mulberry wine, jam, jelly, pie, and ice cream. So, being true to the country life, I grabbed a bucket and went out to claim this gift of summer. The branches are so loaded with the ripe fruit that merely touching a clump had them tumbling into the pail. It struck me that I’ve been out toiling for weeks, planting fruit trees, flowers, vegetables, herbs– all in the hopes of having something to show for it some day. Yet here is this tree that I had never noticed before, bursting with goodness. There is more there than we can possibly eat in one season, more still for the birds and plenty to fall on the ground for spreading seed and nurturing the soil. So much delightful and abundant sweetness that had nothing to do with my efforts. And all I did was look up to see it. Now that is something to think about.